Prey
By: Stacy L.
CATEGORY: Alternate Universe, Angst, Drama
TABLE FIC
PROMPT: 002. Dark Path (from
50_darkfics) and 074. Dark (from stargatefic100)
WARNINGS: Sexual Situations, Dark
COMPLETED:
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story is a written in response to two
table fic prompts.
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As I walk through the darkened woods I note there is
no moon out tonight. Darkness covers all the earth and blackness stretches
before me into infinity. I know I shouldn't be alone in the woods, for many
warn no one should be out at night. It's not safe. It's too dangerous.
Creatures they say, monsters hunt the woods at night in search of prey and they
don't distinguish between animal and human. They hunt what is available. They
feast on anything that moves. I should be frightened, anxious, fearful, afraid
so very afraid but I'm not. Instead I continue to journey deeper into the
woods. As I continue on my trek I hear movement nearby, hear the snapping of
twigs, the sound of heavy breathing... I'm no longer alone. I'm being followed,
stalked. I have been chosen.
As the hair rises on the back of my neck I falter turning towards the sounds
noting how silence fills the air. I listen my palms sweating, my breathing
slightly faster than normal, my heartbeat racing. I close my eyes focusing on
blocking out the sounds of my fevered heartbeat, focusing on the sounds around
me. As I listen I realize that not a sound pierces the air. No creatures scurry
in the undergrowth, no trees creak as the wind blows and no small stream
trickles nearby. All is still, all is quiet and I feel as if I'm truly
alone...though I know otherwise. There is something out there watching me,
stalking me, intent on devouring me. I have been chosen as the prey. I should
be scared to death. I should be running. I should be screaming, but I do none
of those things save for swallowing hard before moving again.
As I begin to walk I again hear the sounds of the one in pursuit. He draws
nearer to me. He is preparing to strike. I turn abruptly to my right when I
hear a growl, a snarl...I am caught. I'm in his sights. I am trapped. If I were
to run now I would be captured immediately. If I were to scream no one would
hear me. If I were to begin walking again it would follow me. If I stand still
it will attack me.
I feel my breath hitch as the growl turns into a howl. My heart begins racing
faster than before and I brace myself for what is to come. I debate about what
action to take and settle on running. As I take off so does the one stalking
me. I know I can never escape, for it is much too fast for me. Still I run and
scream as I am tackled and launched towards the ground. As I fall against the hard
earth I feel the dampness of the grass I land upon. I remain still only a
moment before turning abruptly onto my back. I attempt to rise but am quickly
pinned beneath the one who has been stalking me. My breath comes sharper, my
heart slams in my chest and I struggle. I attempt to resist the one now with me
and quickly find myself subdued, trapped beneath him, my arms pinned to the
ground on either side of my head, his weight bearing down on me, his heated
breath bathing my cheek.
I attempt to use my feet as a defense and they are quickly forced apart by legs
much more powerful than my own. I release a desperate cry that sounds more like
a moan as our hips grind together creating blessed friction that turns my moans
into desperate panting. I thrust my hips against him begging with my body for
what I cannot put voice to and our eyes clash, though in the darkness we see
little of one another. I lift towards him intent on capturing his lips in my
own, but he is faster swooping down to capture mine in his. I moan as I yank
against his pinning holds on my wrists tasting him and relishing in his
sweetness. As he breaks the kiss I reach for more and he chuckles before
pressing his lips to my exposed neck. He presses several soft kisses there
before sinking his teeth deep into the vein.
I scream out in pleasure, shuddering beneath him, thrusting against him,
moaning as he begins to suck. He drinks deeply from me, drawing strength from
me into him. Feasting on the scarlett liquid I offer so freely to him. I begin to
feel warm and tingly. Stars begin to dance before my vision and he withdraws
his teeth choosing to laith my neck, drawing his tongue over the two neat
puncture holes now present, sealing the openings with his saliva before
focusing intently on me. With his hunger now satiated he prepares to offer his
exchange.
I smile up at him so ready for him, so hard and so eager. I know he's staring
at me in confusion, in awe though I can't see his face. It's much too dark, but
he can see me. I know he is concerned, worried that he may have drank too
deeply from me this time and I set out to assure him that I'm fine. I again
yank against his restraining hands and rear up pressing a kiss to his lips
before thrusting against him again. He hesitates mere moments before carefully
turning me onto my stomach. He readjusts his hold on my arms allowing me
freedom to move them once again. Then he rises and I whimper at the sudden loss
I feel.
As if to reassure me he runs his fingers through my hair chuckling as I release
another desperate moan to the air. I hear movement behind me, and I know he is
preparing to take me. He is preparing himself. I wait patiently, desperate for
his return, crying out when he savagely yanks my jeans down to reveal my
nakedness to his eyes. He makes quick work of disposing of my shoes and socks
then pulls my jeans the rest of the way off my legs casting them aside as he
gazes upon me. I hear the soft command to rise and willingly go to my knees for
him, placing my now freed hands before me, presenting myself to him for the
taking.
In moments I feel a finger probing me, slipping into my rectum coated in some
form of gel. I want to ask what he uses as lubrication and where he finds it
out here, but I sense he carries it with him always. As he slips another finger
into me I moan and thrust back drawing them to the hilt so ready for him so
eager to please, but instead of taking me he slips in a third finger continuing
to stretch me and prepare me for entrance. When he's finally satisfied he moves
against me, bracing me about the hips and preparing for entry. I release a soft
plea of "Hard...fast," that draws another chuckle from his lips. He
grips me tighter aligning his body with mine in preparation for entrance. I
open my mouth to plead with him to start but instead release a blissful cry of
pain and pleasure as he shoves into me forcing me to take him to the hilt. I
rear up drawing in deep even breaths as I coax my body to relax and take him
completely. I feel his right hand leave my hip to begin stroking my back as he
whispers words of encouragement to me. I feel the hand continue to rub
soothingly over my back as he awaits my signal to continue. As I nod slightly
that hand slips to the back of my neck and his fingers entangle in my hair. As
he begins to slowly withdrawal the hand grabs hold and yanks. I scream as he
yanks me upright by my hair, panting as he begins to ride me fast and furious.
His grip in my hair loosens then tightens again and again as he rides me fast
and rides me hard taking me like an animal, driving me towards the abyss of
unending pleasure. As he thrusts powerfully I meet each thrust again and again.
I begin to see flashes of light before me and I know I am so close now. I
scream as he yanks on my hair, gripping me tightly against him as he comes deep
inside of me. As he does I tumble over the edge with him, shooting my come onto
the moist damp grass and collapsing as he drapes his glorious body over mine.
The earth caresses me, offering a soft blanket to lay upon and my lover covers
me with his body now holding me tightly against him, his arms wrapped firmly
about me. We lay there for a long time enjoying each others company but as
night begins to dissipate I know that he must go. He must leave me again. He
gently turns me onto my back and kisses me deeply before rising and fading into
the darkness once more.
I rise and retrieve my clothes, settling on the dew-covered grass as I put my
socks and shoes back on. Then I rise and whisper words into the darkness,
"I love you Jack."
"And I love you, Daniel..."
Then silence surrounds me once more and I set out to continue my journey
through the deep dark woods.
They say that no one should be out at
night. It's not safe. It's too dangerous. Creatures they say, monsters hunt the
woods at night in search of prey and they don't distinguish between animal and
human. They hunt what is available. They feast on anything that moves.
As I exit the woods I reach up to run my fingers tenderly over my neck feeling
the faint marks left there, and I know that I have been marked as prey.
Jack's prey.
** The End **
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